My New Years goal is to stop eating.

Do you ever have feelings of wanting to go somewhere, but don't? 

Do you ever have feelings of wanting to die, but then again, you don't?

Do you ever have feelings of crying, but you don't know why.

The biggest way to lose my trust, is to tell of my cuts...

Did you know, if you apply more pressure, it cuts deeper.

Can I just die?

I sit there, staring. The noise fades, as all I can hear is ringing in my ear. I look around at all the people, laughing, talking, being happy. And I feel a pinch of pain, right at my heart, for I don't feel these great pleasures that everybody else does. For I am just sitting there, nobody looking at me; being ignored. And I wonder what it's like, to be happy all the time, and to not have to fake smile everyday and act happy.

I dream

I dream as if some guy will actually like me, as if some guy would actually ask me out. I dream as if some man would actually love me, that I'd grow old with him. I dream of actually finding the man of my dreams...

I say I'm tired everyday, and you take it as me being sleepy, but in all reality, I'm saying I'm tired of life.

I hold my breathe, in hope that I can stop breathing, in hope that I can die, because I don't want to be here anymore.

The halls started to spin, as I felt tears trickle down my face. The people, vanishing from my sight.

I stepped in the shower, and the water swarmed down my skin, and burned, as it touched my cuts and scars, and I wondered how, because water is supposed to heal, not kill...

"He has a different glow in his eyes," she said to her friend as he was commiting suicide.

I don't know how to explain my feelings. I feel so lonely, even though I have friends surrounding me. I want to cry so badly, even though there's always a smile on my face. My body never lets me portray my true feelings, and as much as I'm hurt, I never flinch at the pain inside, for the pain on the outside must be much greater.

If you hate me, why are you always staring at me? If you don't love me, how come a wince of pain rushes over your face every time you look at me?